Vistas

Jeanne Dininni
Gazing down the corridor of time, I see a memory.
I strain to touch the innocence of youth, with fleeting ecstasy.
For lurking not so far beyond that realm of sweet naivety,
The tears and pain wait silently...so patiently...majestically...

Hanging in my consciousness, like strains of haunting melody,
The image slowly dissipates and drifts into eternity.
And through the mists of joy and pain, the dawning of maturity
Breaks forth on near horizons in a blaze of gentle agony.

Published by Jeanne Dininni

I am a full-time writer. I graduated from Cuesta College in May, 2006, with High Honors and an A.A. I'm also a lifetime member of Alpha Gamma Sigma Honor Society and served on the Executive Cabinet (as Tre...   View profile

"Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself."--William Hazlitt (1778-1830), Lectures on the English Poets, "On Poetry in General," (1818)

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